Life is full of countless waits, some people wither in waiting, and some people bloom in waiting. These bring a different kind of beauty to the sun, but they are destined to come to her side, and she can only spend her life waiting for this unexpected moment.
It's an endless wait and the end of a life. Who would have thought of waiting and waiting like this, all this is such a plain and quiet.
I lost myself in a place of being alone. This was a fruitless beginning, not because those days were no longer a slight continuation and hesitation, but a belief and expectation in my heart.
Before there are no results, it is tempting to be a child without results. But none of this is so perfect that it gets you into contemplation again. Just as you carefully ponder the heart of a child and do not let it grow up again. As a result, this is not when it will mature, as long as I have sunshine in my heart, it is enough, and as long as the sun shines elsewhere, I can grow, and I should continue this expectation and waiting.
However, failure is not terrible, as long as it is appropriate to have a small child who will grow up, such a life will be more exciting.
Very tired of doubt and wandering, only on the way home, will be alone in such a night to think about a lot of things, think about a lot of problems, but how can this be afraid.
So I began to doubt my own problems little by little, little by little into negligence, and these problems were like a sharp blade of a sword, inserted into the invisible, straight ahead.